Never Trust A Human (Reader x Lloyd) Re-done

Ch.2

Word count: 2234

  9:30. Just another 2 and a half hours left until I can go home. Most of the dishes are done,  there is nobody here as usual at this time, and I am bored out of my mind! I was laying on my back on the counter. My head was upside down while I looked at the rest of the room. I don't even know why Chuck leaves this place open all the way till 12. It is sooo boring! This is one of the reasons why I hate doing the night shift by myself. There is never really anyone to talk to. Sometimes when it's raining people would come in for shelter, and eventually buy a drink of course.  But it was not raining. Summer just started and school ended two weeks ago. The end of May was a few days away. And speaking of the end if the month, rent's coming up soon, right on June 1st. I hope I get paid enough money, otherwise me and Todd will be homeless.

  Yep, I have a roomate. And he is the greatest roommate anyone could ask for! He helps me with chores (or at least tries to), he's an excellent cuddle buddy, and he make me feel better when I'm crying about life. Sure he can't pay rent cause he's a little fox pup, but other then that he's way better than having that wasp nest that used to be in the corner of my ceiling. But I got rid of that last summer. But Todd isn't just great at being cute, he is a freakin' master thief. I will tell him to 'go search' and then go to work, and by the time I get back home, Todd will be passed out with a(this is just an example by the way) KFC bucket missing two chicken legs. And they'd be fresh too. Like he knew when I was coming home, so he probably passes out ten minutes before me. I don't question it, I just roll with it. Gasp, I should definitely find/make a shirt that says that! It would kinda cool to have.

  God, I really need someone to talk to. Anyone! Well, maybe not Junco, Jitzu Garmadon, Harumi, Clouse, let's not forget good ol' goody two shoes Valhallik Garmadon and the ninja. All of those fuckers can go to hell for all I care. But anyone else expect for said people, I'll talk to. The bar was silent as always. Greg took that shitty radio with him, so no music. And I only have a flip phone. Yeah, that's right, a flip phone. Most people have that here in the South side. The only reason why a person around here would have a screen phone was either A) it was given to them B) They aren't from the South, and C)They stole it. We can buy more important stuff then spend it on some small thing to look stuff up. We have go to the library and use the computers for that.

*Ding*

  The little bell on top of the door! That means I got a customer! But because the  bell scared me, I ended up falling off the counter and onto my ass cause of it. "Ow! Damn, uh... I'll be with you in a sec! Go ahead and sit in a chair!"

  I got up by using the counter as support. I scanned the room to see who came in, a usual customer, some random guy, or a traveler was what this place always gets. I found him still by the door. Looks he looks like a traveler in need of directions,  or some random guy. One or the other. I put on my work smile and walked up to him. He was an old man with a long white beard. His face seemed familiar to me  But he had a rice hat and wore a white robe with a red belt to keep his pants up. And he had some kind of cloak around his shoulders. The guy had a bamboo staff, and I had a feeling he was lost. "Hi, welcome to 'The Dying Gull's Bar'. Can I help you with something?"

  He looked like he was studying my face. A little awkward if you ask me. For a second there, I thought he could see the.... the real me. I don't mean that soul thing or your spirit. No, I mean... how do I put this? I um... have gone through some serious stuff 2 years ago, and... it kinda changed the way I look. I get subconscious about it, but then I realized that there's no way some guy I've never met before can do that with the naked eye.

  "Yes," he finally said, "I believe you can."

  I avoided eye contact with him. "Okay..... do you need a drink, a place to sit for a bit, or.... what?"